It took months of living in the new orphanage in Lemoa for me to find my way to the Maryknoll Contemplative Community just down the street. That I didn’t discover it earlier is a tribute to a single-minded focus on figuring how I could best help the community on my own. The day Sister Helen walked into the orphanage I had no idea that my mindset would soon change completely.
Sister Helen and co-worker Lilla took me under their wing. I went from occasional meals with them to lodging in one of their spare, almost monastic cells facing the plaza. I integrated in some of their daily activities (except for the rising at 4 AM part). Their sense of peace began to rub off on me.
Our scholarship program resulted from that meeting. It has been going for over 20 years now; roughly 1,000 students have participated. Students whose parents never went to school are now graduating from university. I only wish I could delegate half as effectively as Sister Helen did in this one instance. There’s no telling what else she may have instigated.
Some memories:
- Trying to keep up with Sister Helen when she raced up the steep hill from the main road
- Having my morning tea and toast with her, even though she had been up for hours by then
- Village kids ringing the doorbell during dinner, and Sister Helen always ready to answer, even in mid-bite
- A refrigerator full of used Sarita ice-cream containers (Guatemalan tupperware)
- The world-class pineapple upside-down cakes she made when I later visited from the States (she gave me the recipe, but it’s just not the same)
- Celebrating Sister Helen’s birthday with her at our temporary home on Lake Atitlan
- Not least, having my worldview blown out of the water by a humble nun living simply with gratitude
Much of our philosophy is based on Sister Helen’s thoughtful and community-minded approach. Over the last 20 years we have brought hundreds of volunteers to hear that from her first-hand. I hope some of the peace and gratitude she exuded rubbed off on them, too.